A Different Kind of Pedicure
It had been ages since I’d treated myself to a pedicure. My regular pedicurist had closed her business. “Oh, great,” I thought. I needed an alternative. I was surfing the internet when an ad caught my eye. It said the following: Pedicure Nice man offers a special kind of pedicure. You relax and your feet are pampered. Be brave, call me. Phone number… Regards Steven M. I figured there had to be a catch. I searched online for new reviews. There were over ninety of them, and all were full of praise. I looked at the peeling polish on my toenails and decided to just give it a try. The next morning, I called the number, got Steven directly, and received an appointment for that same afternoon. I had completely forgotten to ask what it would cost me. But never mind, it wouldn't be that expensive.
I lazed through my day off and finally made my way to the address provided. It was a small house at the end of town, but easy to find. Somehow, I was nervous. I was never nervous before a pedicure. It was strange. Nevertheless, I rang the doorbell and the buzzer quickly sounded. I went inside and saw an open door. From a distance, a man's voice called out: "Please come in. I'll be right with you!"
What have I gotten myself into?
I saw a coat rack and was just hanging up my raincoat when an extremely attractive man - in his mid-thirties - approached me. Whoa, I hadn't expected that. But why not treat the eyes to something attractive for once, right? He offered me his hand and introduced himself only by his first name. Okay, I thought, I can do that too. I smiled at him. "Hi, I'm Tanja." I was a little embarrassed, but I didn't mind a little flirting. He led me into an adjoining room where a cozy-looking armchair stood. Next to it was a small covered table. "Please have a seat, Tanja. Please take off your sandals. You can put them next to the chair. I'll just get the water and then we can get started."
I sat down, took off my sandals, and snuggled into the very comfortable-looking armchair. Then Steven came back. He placed the water in front of my feet, but first lifted them up and briefly placed them on his lap to remove the old polish. Only then did he put them in the warm water. The water smelled pleasant and the warmth felt wonderful. A warm blanket lay over the back of the armchair. Steven asked me if I wanted to be covered. I said yes, and he did it.
So I lay there for a while. I examined him more closely. He was wearing a latex shirt and a rubber apron. His muscles were clearly visible under the shirt. What a sight! I couldn't believe how much I liked him. Latex was what my rather indecent dreams were made of. I was looking at him just as he looked at me and said he would start now. I blushed. He took my right foot out of the water and placed it on his lap. He uncovered the table, and files, scissors, and other things were on it. But something on it caught my attention. There were latex toe socks! What on earth was he planning to do with those? Damn, my mind started racing, and it excited me. Good thing I had the blanket so my hands could discreetly wander to my lap. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice anything...
Whispers in the Dark
He did his job well. My feet quickly looked like new. But what now? He set the water aside and took both feet onto his lap. "May the real pampering begin now? It's different from what you're used to, but I promise you'll like it." He took oil and massaged my feet. Each individual toe, and it felt simply amazing. But then he took the latex toe socks and pulled them over my oily feet. The slightly oily toes easily slipped into the individual latex pockets of the toe socks, completely encasing each toe in latex. First the left, and then the right. He brought my foot to his lips and kissed it. He sucked on my rubber toes and licked the rubber. Feeling and seeing that only aroused me more. What was I doing here? Never mind, it was just hot. I was hot and enjoyed this game. I couldn't say anything and closed my eyes. My hands under the blanket did indecent things all on their own, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. When I looked at him again, he looked at me with a penetrating gaze while he enjoyed the game with my rubber feet. I saw the arousal in his eyes. This pleasurable activity continued for a while until he looked at his watch. "Oh, I have another appointment soon. We unfortunately have to finish." He gently pulled the rubber from my feet, wiped them with a damp cloth, and moisturized them. He wiped off the excess cream and then put my sandals on. He stood up, smiled, and went to the door. What had just happened here? I was a little flustered. I tried to compose myself, pushed the blanket aside, and stood up.
And what will this fun cost me now?
His payment was still pending. So I rummaged in my handbag for my purse. But what was appropriate after this kind of pedicure? "I still owe you for your good work," I said, with red cheeks. "I think we both just had that," he said with a broad grin. "But if you want to throw something in my piggy bank, I won't say no. Maybe see you soon." He laughed. I looked at the piggy bank and had to laugh too. It was a pig, all black, that looked like it was wearing latex and had a gag in its snout. I put a bill in it. "See you soon," I laughed as I left, practically floating home. Not in latex stockings anymore, but still more than satisfied...
